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Textes et Paroles de Ghetto Zone

Violent J servin' ghetto heart street shit
You know it's potent when the funky ass beats hit
Rollin' my dice and we hittin' point
ICP outta Sothwest Detroit
Runnin' with a gang of 20 street hoods
Fuckers on my back casue I'm sellin' those cheap goods
Runnin' through the mother fuckin alley way
They know they can't catch Violent Crazy-Ass Psychopath J
But I guess I wasn't so crazy this time
Cause I'm chillin' in the back of Car 49
That's why I'm grippin' that metal
They put a man on the moon, but can't do shit for the ghetto
Lookin' at all that and it makes me sick
I wanna grab the mother fuckers and make them swallow a brick
So I grab anybody I can find
Then I beat them in the head
Beat them in the head with a god damn stop sign
Fuck with one of us and I'm gonna find you
I'm gonna rip through your chest and hit the bitch behind you
Kill two birds with one stone
You layin' in the street with a bullet in your dome
And to the hillbillies listenin' down south
Talk shit about the city with my nuts in your wife's mouth
Keep stringin' on your banjo
Cause we don't like that shit where I come from, bro
Now the ICP stands alone
In the southwest ghetto zone
Yo Steady, Rude Boy in a PSR
They got my back OG you won't make it far
I got my nine in my gut and it's startin' to hurt
Where can you keep a gatt wearin' skins and a T-Shirt
Now I'm rollin' like a true ghetto thug
Fingers on my sac cause I'm boomin that crap
I know your gonna allow what J said
When I told you I sold to your bitch that bass head
No, You can't argue with the truth
If I hit you in your mouth, you're gonna spit out a tooth
And I laugh at a motherfuckin' cop
Sittin' his fat ass in a donut shop
At a party when the ICP shows they're face
Billy clubs and hand cuffs all over the place
Were here to protect and protect we do
Then I ask who the fuck protects us from you
Cops always beatin' on someone
Shot him in the back and told him not to run
And the motherfuckin' Balck Panthers know it
That's why some cops now are catchin' the bullets
I'm runnin out of ammo well end the chase
Jump Steady puts his gauge in your motherfuckin' face
Gotta find your own
In the southwest ghetto zone
So I guess I'm a bad guy
Cause I cuss a lot
Say fuck a lot
And I rap to tell you how I'm feelin
When I'm in Olds, Spice it up and we reelin
Through Del Rey
Go to hell rey
It's were the ICP stay
And the fucks that always talk shit get beat
And if I'm outnumbered, I got a gauge in the back seat
Cause when I'm fellin' like a mack dad
In the trunk of my ride I got weapons that I never had
Thousand motherfuckers in the back make the car sag
Rodney's fat ass makes the god damn muffler drag
Rappin' to sexy hotties
Told the bitch I ain't never even seen a Mazzaratti
Ever sell out to a freak? FUCK NO
That's why I tell you I love to box with a hoe
When a jack comes I ignore it
And the bitch is gonna ask me to fuckin' pay for it
I gave the hoe an empty twelve pack
Take your ass to the store and bring some Faygo back
That's all, I'll pay for bitch, now get the fuck out
Hoe stick around and I got somethin' you can suck on
Hoe Violent J won't be ganked
By now I'd be with a bare footed sewer skank
You gotta handle your own
In the southwest ghetto zone
And to all the sets runnin in soutwest Detroit, good luck and stay strong
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